The True Beast Emperor Awakens

Outside Soul-Severing Cliff, the bloody rain gradually subsided.

Lin Ming emerged slowly from the shattered golden barrier, carrying a string of four blood-dripping Beast Emperor heads.

His body was covered in blood—some belonged to his enemies, some to himself. Yet his back remained perfectly straight, like an unbreakable spear.

His gaze was calm and cold, as though killing four Ninth Tier Beast Emperors had been nothing more than a trivial matter.

Xiao Hei coiled behind him, its jaws stretched wide as it frantically devoured the corpses of the four Beast Emperors. As the flesh and blood containing immense energy entered its stomach, Xiao Hei's aura rose at a terrifying pace.

Its scales became darker and heavier, with faint dark-red runes flowing across them. Its horns grew thicker and sharper, as if they could pierce the heavens.

The five Beast Emperors who had rushed over after hearing the news stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the four heads in Lin Ming's hand, their eyes still wide in death.

"Golden Feather Emperor... Demon Ape Emperor... Azure-Scaled Emperor... Netherworld Emperor..."

A Beast Emperor covered in dark-blue scales and shaped like a flood dragon spoke with an incredulous tremor in his voice. "The four of them... are all dead? Killed by a single Eighth Tier human?"

"How is that possible?!" Another Beast Emperor, resembling a lion and wreathed in crimson flames, roared, his voice filled with shock and fury.

"That idiot Golden Feather Emperor! The Heaven-Sealing Domain he set up ended up trapping him to death instead! What a disgrace!"

"Although those four Beast Emperors ranked near the bottom among us, they were still genuine Ninth Tier beings!" said an elderly Beast Emperor whose body resembled withered wood and whose face was shriveled, his voice hoarse.

"That Lin Ming actually fought four alone